The eyes of the world descended upon him as he sat alone in the coffee shop, his face looking down at the plain table vacantly. His very will sapped and sipping a cup of coffee that tasted too bitter. His anger was washed away by tears of sorrow. All around him, life went on and on and there was nothing to connect him to the strangers that chatted and drank coffee. Nothing that he knew of.
And thus, he sat alone. Alone and always alone.
The man with the pain and weight upon his heart.
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